You told in a godforsaken bar that I matter, that what we have is special. What I always wanted to hear you were saying between Metallica accords and mulled wine. I didn't like to drink but I did anyway because I was a chaos standing in front of perfection. You took my hand and kissed between snowflakes. My lips were cold, but I felt how everything in me was burning. I kinda forgotten what a kiss felt like. You took my hand and started to walk towards what I thought it was Us, with nobody standing between- we fnally found each other, two souls that are searching for one another in every life.
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